Cover of Taio Cruz : "Break Your Heart"

Today, I found this song listening to a Lada Gaga Pandora station (don't ask). Interesting, I think.

Here's the original: http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/s/Break+Your+Heart+featuring+Ludacris+/2N73Oj


"Break Your Heart"


Now listen to me baby
Before I love and leave you
They call me heart breaker
I don't wanna deceive you

If you fall for me
I'm not easy to please
I might tear you apart
Told you from the start, baby from the start

I'm only gonna break break your, break break your heart [x4]
Whoa, whoa

There's no point trying to hide it
No point trying to evade it
I know I got a problem
Problem with misbehaving

If you fall for me
I'm not easy to please
I might tear you apart
Told you from the start, baby from the start

I'm only gonna break break your, break break your heart [x4]

Break Your Heart by jhampton

"Rose"

I suppose I'm a preposterously-prolific peddler of musicality this evening. This one just happened by accident, truly. I had lit my celebratory cigarette, smoked for a second, and started to pay the (panned-right) guitar line. Lo and behold, the left side appeared, and lyrics spilled out like so many sequins.

I hope you can dig it. If you say I sound like Iron & Wine-meets-Postal Service-meets-James Taylor, I'll take it all in stride.

"Rose"

Rose by jhampton

She never made it on the train
I guess it'll be another day.
When all the signs point East into
The rising sub it's easy
Just to lay here in her bed.

The light crept slowly up the wall
Just like it wasn't there at all.
If I can lie my through
The rose I didn't get from you,
Maybe you won't have to call and

Say you love me still,
And you always will
Stay.

A younger couple just walked by;
Wearning new joy in their eyes.
I stopped to state a minute
Pretendeing we're still in
The place where I looked deep inside.

We walked into the windy night,
Union Square dressed in all lights.
I had to ignore
All the things I had said beforel
You turned and asked me, 'please, just one more time...'

Say you love me still,
And you always will
Stay.
Stay.


Kinda sappy, if I do say so myself, but even the Fury shed a tear when it was done.

Be Well. Be Strong.

Be Furious.

"I'm Not the Only One"

Here's another much-need, late-night diddy for my faithful Furious. It's inspired by a song I did a few years back that I was never really happy with. I heard this in my head and just the line 'I'm not the only one...' and voila! 4 hours later, this little package arrived by digital stork. Usual suspects here: keys played on my iPad, tracks in Garageband (using the built-in mic, which is incredible), a few effects, NO pitch correction and you can tell :)

Enjoy. Hopefully.

"I'm Not the Only One"

Not the Only One by jhampton




Seven weeks have marked their time
Carved on my face and in my mind...
And so, and so it goes.

Long the days, longer the nights
Free of struggle, full of fright.
And no-, nobody knows.

Looking back I see the tears
Have found their way through streets of years
But gently they arrive.

Staring up I know the fears
Of all my falsley-fated years,
But knowing I'm alright.


If only time can tell of heaven or of hell,
We'll learn our lessons well.

They say I was a treacherous son and
My time here is almost done but
I'm not the only one.


Seven years of plenty cam
Despite the long, cold winters and the pouring rain.
And so, I had to go.

To wander with the harvest moon,
Maybe it was just too soon.
And no, nobody knows.


If only time can tell of heaven or of hell,
We'll learn our lessons well.

They say I was a treacherous son and
My time here is almost done but
I'm not the only one.


Thanks for listening, and as always...
Be Well. Be strong.

Be Furious.

"Interloper"

In talking with the gents tonight after work, I realized there is NO reason NOT to post a creative work born quickly. This is a work in progress, people. And it's completely recorded, mixed, and mastered on the iPad using the built-in microphone.

Enjoy (but beware - the volume is a little high). Lyrics to follow...

Interloper by jhampton

"Interloper" (started 3/17/2010)

The sun came out today and slowly

Everything had changed.

A frozen moment hung below below me

And you were still the same.

Photographs and phone calls

Can't capture it all,

Still hanging on the walls.

Quiet morning wakes me up and you have...

You've been up for hours

We'll make up, make our plans and (maybe)

I'll bring home some flowers.

Photographs and phone calls

Can't capture it all,

Still hanging on the walls.

Photographs and phone calls

Can't capture it all,

Still hanging on (the walls).

An empty letter sits before me

Filling me with hope.

If you were here to help me write it...

Big words like 'interloper'.

Semantics, Social, and Personal

Dear Faithful Furious,

Many moons have passed, many suns have shone, but still the Fury lives on. My last post, though laden with lauds and latent understanding (let alone a myriad of lonely and mawkish murmurings), was heavy for this beleaguered but burgeoning blog. This will not follow suit nor suit those stuck in 'samey', saccharine situations.

I post instead a Furious Verse...some random poem from deep within. But first, a story:

Late in 2004, I posited (amongst many) that our droll, daily lives might yield an Acqua Santa sought by so many marketers. Lo and behold: Facebook v Google and FourSquare v GoWalla. Now, these nepotistic (check their heritages), neophytes in New Media might seem cutting-edge, but we've long-laboured to share our (pardon me) 'private pieces' with those for whom we care most. We now have the wherewithal and means to post our private lives and share special moments with our sacrosanct circles. But at what cost?

Fortunately, Facebook found a 'solution' to the problem: forego privacy for publicity, and create a semantic surplus of seemingly 'free' information to advertisers. That basically sums up F8's outcome. Granted, I'm a cynic and I've stood by social networking since the early days of BBS, then Yahoo!, then MySpace, then .

This is NEWS. Facebook has created the incentive and means by which all information on the web is searchable, indexed, and linked to one's account. Your search results for a dynamite dildo could be influenced by a friend's un-redacted diatribe. Do you really want to know?

I digress. I need to share a short (I promise) bit of poetry started earlier today.

"Friend, where are you?"

Walking, walking all the day, I found myself approaching you,

And while the premise slowly played, my choices became far and few:

Run and hide in guise of work, or play it out to find the end?

But, as always, fortune found an afternoon with faithful friends.

Walking back I found anew a sense of sacred solitude,

And to my place of daily grind, mind and body thus renewed.

What transpired, some devine, was made from many months of grind,

So from my quiet quarters soon to merry with a liker kind.

What I found was surface still. I traveled home to get some rest;

The city bright, but blacker will, at times, proffer and suggest

That we who live among the lost may count among our many costs

A certain interval of pain, and, on this ocean, tangled, tossed,

Just a moment to regain a sense of our own ending: friends.

Thank you for listening.

Be well. Be strong.

And for Fuck's sake...

:)

Be Furious.

MLK, Yes We Can, and a Furious State of the Union

My dearest Furious,

I have been buried under work and blinded by the barrage of the banal for lo these many months. But I have a brief moment to share a shame and speak my soughts. I hope many fewer months may pass before my meandering mind's musings find a place here.

First, a Furious confession: I had not, until a few days ago, listened to a single Martin Luther King, Jr. speech. Sure, I had sat in my Southern schoolhouse and listened as the well-intentioned teachers told us about the Civil Rights movement, some from first-hand knowledge, but many more from an "Approved Lesson Plan", and I listened with rapt attention to the fables of an unlikely leader lecturing to millions who had marched as Lincoln's likeness anchored the images and message of the oppressed masses. But YouTube led me to listen for an hour (and follow from speech-to-speech) to a man whose value and vision I had placed in the realm of legend, of history, and not the perils of the present. To my most Furious followers, I apologize.

I was subsequently led to the 'Yes We Can' video by Will.I.Am (say what you will about him and his methods). And I was reminded of a hope that led an entire generation to move again, to straighten its back and go somewhere. After eight long years of tragedy and trivial triumphs, our nation (and the world) was plummeted into the worst recession in our memory (short though it may be). After a self-righteous regime eroded the basic rights we fought to maintain, there was a sense that the world could change. It did. For the worse in many ways (and hear me out). I couldn't imagine this time without our first black president at the helm. We have been led through difficult times with expert precision, and yet we pick apart his policies and invalidate our victories. Why aren't we still hopeful?

What has happened in the last year that has turned public opinion against Obama? Yes, he hasn't closed our offshore, shameful prisons (housing many innocent Americans) in his promised timeline. Yes, he hasn't legalized gay marriage. Yes, he hasn't shifted America's trade deficit away from China. Yes, we are still in Iraq. And, yes, we just committed more American lives and money to a 'war on terror' in Afghanistan. So I suppose we have cause to quarrel with the architect of our hope. What has he done?

Our leader has provided health care for all Americans. Sure, it will take time. Yes, it will need to be changed and adjusted over time. Of course, it will impact the private sector. But it is an incredible step in stabilizing our nation at its core. Blacks, whites, Latinos, Asians....AMERICANS, both rich and poor will have access to a healthy, more productive life without being beholden to an industry whose primary purpose is profit, not healing.

Our leader holds the financial system accountable (as best he can) for its sins and profits. And we have avoided catastrophe in exchange for crisis. I would rather have crisis. His policies continue to create jobs and stimulate growth despite a credit shortfall. And we all learn to deal with the struggles our parents and grandparents have known.

Our leader has reached out to the world. And he has been given a Nobel Peace Prize to help him along the way. Has he deserved it so far? Perhaps not. Okay...No. But it's a sign from the Nobel committee that there is Hope. And we weren't promised the "Promised Land". Only change. And change is OUR responsibility.

This post is shorter than I would like, but the hour is late. And the topic is heavy. So let me know what you think.

Do you still have hope? What changes are you making?

And are you still Furious?

My dearest Furious,

My recent release from employment has allowed me ample opportunity to
ponder life's little puzzles. I turn my fury to one such problem this
morning: crowdsourcing.

Last I heard, Crowdsourcing was a cool "2.0"-style name for a work
pattern with which we're all familiar, namely cooperation. I think the
pundits would be quick to quip that the novelty lies in _where_ the
work is done: at the core of a business's or individuals's product. In
other words, Crowsourcing allows one to amass volumes of input with
variable value and focus that firehose of product on the fire du jour.
This is innovative. This is new. And this is a fad.

Those who espouse the 'new economy' graduated along with those who
proffered Credit Default Swaps, DotCom 1.0, and Social Networking.
Good things are born in the worst of situations, to be sure, but I am
not sure that anyone should outsource the design of a core product or
process. Those who believe in design by committee should take another
look at the sprawling planned communities in the south and mid-west;
the samey, bland tracts of shoddy abodes the stretch from shore-to-
shore embody the spirit of 2-3 architects, 10-20 HOA members, 1-2
developers, countless City and County interests, and no single,
unifying philosophy. Unless you think that better, faster, cheaper is
the only innovation that will matter in the _next_ 200 years.

Be well. Be strong.
Be Furious.

Sent from my iPhone